Si Lingle held the shard of the "Heart of Space" that emitted a vast silver glow and stepped slowly into the depths of the cave.
The cold pressure followed him like a shadow, each step landing on the space law veins that were exceedingly thin.
Deep within the honeycomb-like holes on the cave walls, countless tiny Space-devouring Lice seemed to sense the shard's aura, agitated in the darkness, but intimidated by the previous exquisite disguise and the residual might of the more advanced Space Dao Rhythm, they ultimately did not emerge.
The darkness ahead was not unchanging.
In the perception of divine sense, space appeared like worn-out glass, covered in cracks.
However, at the core of the cave, the silver-white halo that was originally weak pulsated as if it were a waking heart.
